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It's big waps, bad B's, phones and yay If the good die young then I'll be old and grey They want advice, tell me really what I'm supposed to say When I got here from drug deals, sales and motorways Yo, all the gang's wild, can somebody tame us Gotta step with the stick like we got gum on our trainers All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous Go ask in the hood I'm who they call for the tings But we still go to war with swords like it's Lord Of The Rings Pateks, Rolеx's, Audemars, it's all on the skin Call me Frеdo, but I'm also known as lord of the bling Yo, his mum and dad weren't 'round, he got closer with the gang Had no bread up the kitchen, got that toaster in his hand Nah, my opp's don't need no holidays with lotion and no sand Just go stand up on your block, you'll be closer to a tan Since the last one got blazed, they don't chill in estates Need to know where you stay, get the drizzy, no Drake What you bringin' to this table? I'mma listen and wait I bring so much food in this place, you'll never finish your plate Where I'm from, I can't even lie, them prisons are fate But it's a big mansion next time I live in them gates Drilling ain't jumping out the car and waving knives If you man are drilling then why ain't you guys takin' lives? Baby guys I got big waps, no baby .9's Girl with big back giving uck 'til I got lazy eyes Letras de cancionesStro got nicked for his kidnap, but it made him wise Then he bucked the plug in jail and that really changed his life Yo, I wouldn't lie, know there ain't no feeling like when bullets fly Running on the other side, gang gang and my hoodie tied Wondering if a pussy died when I'm getting back on ends Had some olders, pressured them, they ain't coming back again They say that life's priceless can't put a price on that But if the price is right, you'll die, I'll put my guys on that Fly to Dubai I'm with the same guys, it's a crazy setting More foreign cars lined up here than in an Asian wedding Yeah my brudda's catching years, they ain't got a month Everyone sitting down, it's like I'm from a block of Monks Heard he got a watch, but he don't put in, watch us rob the punk Bet that prezi won't even last as long as Donald Trump Yo, new problems that I'm faced with when the guala come Picking out the Rollie or the AP, that's a common one Look at what you've gone and done Yeah, I rap about them trap spots and all them times on the block But, believe me, it wasn't fun Every time I drop, just know I'm rising, akh It use to be ten a show, now you can times it that A lot of man stayed the same, I really find it sad Forget rap 'cause I was lit up in my times of crack Nah, I don't even draw I'm using words as art So if I do draw that girl, then she's a work of art Mum went up in my drawer, she found that work and dark Check the score, it's not a draw, I'm from the dirty 'Zart Can you name another brudda out here rippin' these beats With food sellin' on these roads, and drillers kill in these streets I can drop it, but there's also a delivery fee Came far from a damn nitty, no Sterling, it's Man City They say I fell off, them man there are hella haters If I fell off, must've fell off stairs into some elevators Got a young boy you can look at, tell he's hella dangerous Them man are talking, but my bruddas, we're the demonstrators Young nigga's killing 'em, free my nigga Simion He went to jail, I had a ten, when he's home I'll have some millions And everything is real rap, so everybody feel that How them man try step on my toes when they're steel cap? It's a roadman trackie when I slide in them streets No, I don't even own a suit 'cause all my ties in the streets Them man hide and we seek, I put the grind on repeat Ten tonne pressed aside down like reclining a seat Yo, I hate when I hear rappers talkin 'bout pressing and mixing Same pussy cappers never even stepped in a kitchen Use to run it up in crackheads 'til they get an eviction Yeah, I made a lot of money due to stress and addiction Who's real? I use to do the nights for two bills Now I make sure my blocks straight before the news spill Before all this rose gold, I really had a few steels Now the chain froze, watch froze, and I'm due chills I don't give a fuck about how you feel Put me on a beat like this, shit gettin' too real I said it's no more freestyle, and that shit was true still But if I don't go this hard, then tell me, who will? From Letras Mania